Page 27 of Saved By My Buyers

“She was on vacation for a month,” I remind her. “Your dad is right there with her with his work schedule.”

“Daddy’s always worked, despite having money,” she says with a nod. “His patients come first, and then there’s the fundraising he does too. I’ve stopped noticing how often he’s gone, since I keep myself busy.”

I’m not the only one who grew up alone, it seems. Bee is just better adjusted than I am.

“Whose room are we setting up in?” I ask as we walk down the hallway.

“Mine,” she says. “I’m going to help you paint your room this weekend. Knowing how much you hate pastels, I can’t bear to allow you to stare at it for another second.”

Bee is dramatic, but also right. It’s pretty awful.

“I think that’s very sweet and very needed,” I tell her with a grin.

Bounding onto her bed after I toss my shoes aside, I sip my coffee before pulling out my books and laptop.

“I’m going to start with my math first,” I muse, tearing off a piece of cake before popping it into my mouth.

“I have history to read for,” Bee sighs as she shuts the door to the room. She's the only person I can handle being in a closed space with, I think. I’m always fine in the car with Jack, too.

There aren’t many people I currently trust.

“Then get your cute butt up here,” I murmur without thinking, sipping more coffee. Putting the cup on the nightstand, I open my notebook to get to work.

“You think my butt’s cute?” Bee asks, kneeling beside me. She takes a bite of the lemon pound cake, humming in appreciation as the flavors hit her tongue.

Holland really outdid himself with it.

“I think you’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met,” I say honestly, pulling her closer to me. If she needs validation, I’ll give it to her all day long.

Straddling my lap, she grins down at me, her hair a curtain of curls around us both.

“I may not have been able to claim you the way I wanted to at school, but I think I need to fix that,” she says softly, ducking her head down to kiss me.

It’s different from the short pecks she’s given me previously, and she licks my lips as she gives me an open mouthed kiss.

“Open for me, please,” Bee says sweetly. Sighing, I part my lips, letting her in. My fingers ghost down her back, squeezing her ass cheeks hard. Her little noises are incredible as she rocks over me, continuing to kiss me.

My skin feels warm in the best ways as I chase her lips, my hands moving under her shirt to explore more.

“Is this okay?” Bee whispers against my lips. The way she asks for consent and checks in makes my heart soar as I nod eagerly.

“Yes,” I rasp. “It’s more than okay. You taste so good.”

Like lemons, my favorite.

Pushing my jacket over my shoulders, she tosses it to the side once it slides off.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day,” she confesses as she kisses me again. Bee searches for friction as she grinds against me, and I squeeze her hips as I try to help. I’ve never had an orgasm before, never explored myself since Gareth’s ruined that for me, but I can help her find her release.

“I’m yours to kiss,” I say softly. “Bee…”

Whimpering, Bee sounds frustrated and it’s adorable.

“Tell me how to help,” I breathe. “I don’t…”

“I’m right here, I just can’t manage to make myself come. I need to borrow your hand,” she says, grabbing me. “Please help.”

“I’ve never…” I manage before my hand is laying over her panty-clad pussy. Rocking the heel of my palm over her clit, I watch as Bee becomes more and more desperate. Since I’ve been alone a lot, I started reading sapphic novels on my Kindle. It’s been really… educational.

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